Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.